"It's snowing! Look, it's snowing!"
"How could it snow at this time? Could there be some injustice in the world?"
"What are you talking about? It's the bitterest part of winter right now. Even the 'Light Snow' solar term has long passed. Isn't this exactly when it should snow?"
Hearing Yan Xiangma shout, the Zhongzhou commoners who had been concentrating on him, waiting for him to be beheaded, also noticed fine snow beginning to drift down from the sky.
It had to be said that, at this moment, they began to feel somewhat sympathetic toward this Xifeng General named Yan Xiangma.
They had already heard about his background a few days earlier: the son of a noble family, a young prodigy from a massive lineage that had enjoyed a thousand years of glory. At only twenty, he had become the chief secretary of the empire's Supervision Department, and once sent out to the provinces, he would immediately become the vanguard general of a great army.
A person like that was too far above them to reach or touch. They could not relate to him at all.
Instead, they felt that corruption among the upper class was rampant, and that children born with jade and gold in their mouths had been on a different path from them ever since birth—indeed, they were born enemies.
But when they saw him refuse to kneel to preserve his honor, even allowing his legs to be beaten until they broke; when they saw him about to lose his head yet still forcibly defending his friend; when they saw him face death without flinching and welcome this heavy snow with such carefree grace—
How could anyone not admire or like such a man?
"General Yan is a good man. If all the men of Xifeng were